Flycatcher Downs a stunning dress of hellfire

quill, he calls her, and mentally towhee adds it to her collection. if he learned ptero, maybe she would tell him her actual name. or perhaps it would come about on it's own — it was hard to tell. either way, quill fits her well enough: for ghost as she reads he mentions ... and because of her prickly nature.

a smirk tugs at the corners of her own lips; wishing ( not for the first time ) that she could hear and thus speak: that she could intone something along the lines of ...and not because of my prickly nature?

but then again, she's kept her hostility at bay — no doubt her brief time as a leader of sun mote copse had forced her to adopt diplomacy when she hadn't necessarily wanted to.

she was perfectly fine with being the bad cop, even if no one else wished her to be. or spun her signed words to cushion the barbs they would've held could she speak. the brief thought of her mother brought with it a soft pang in her chest ... but her mother is well travelled and she does not doubt bushtit and OG towhee were just fine.

she lets out a breathy bark, a 'ha' in response to his smarmy response to her correcting him if she didn't like it. clearly, he thought he was clever; but rather than be incensed by it, quill finds herself amused.